Zhou Damao was tall and thick, with a fierce look in his scarred eyes. His cuffs were rolled up, and there was a pattern of a sword and a coiled snake tattooed on his arm. He looked extremely tough.
This guy was once arrested for injuring and maiming someone, and spent eight years in prison. After he was released, he never changed his ways, and continued to act recklessly, becoming a tyrant in the village.
In particular, two inmates, Ma Er and Qi San, were invited to come here. They were both ruthless characters, which gave him something to rely on.
Ma Er is a long-faced man, covered in sinews and flesh, and his eyes are as fierce as those of an evil spirit.
Qi San has a mustache, a deer head and mouse eyes, and a thin body, but he is very courageous and ruthless.
The three guys do all sorts of bad things on a daily basis, causing harm to villages all over the country, making people angry but afraid to speak out.
Even the blind fortune teller Wei Tiezui didn't let go. He came here every now and then to extort money. His bad behavior was simply outrageous.
The sharp knife was stuck on the table, flashing with a cold light, which made people's hearts palpitate.
The aging skin on Wei Tiezui's face twitched, and he couldn't tell whether he was happy or worried. He didn't seem to be very scared. He said in a hoarse voice: "Boy Zhou, aren't you afraid of retribution for bullying me, a disabled person?"
Zhou Damao didn't accept this trick at all, and laughed wildly, "Haha... bullshit retribution, good people don't live long, bad people live for thousands of years. Old man, what are you talking about, do you want me to bleed you?"
The old lady next to her had gray hair and was born with a hunchback. She was afraid that her wife would be hurt, so she trembled and said, "Don't use the knife. Please spare your life, Uncle Wei, and we will give you money."
Then, he took out a handkerchief from his pocket, opened it with trembling hands, and placed the more than one hundred yuan inside on the table.
Zhou Damao glanced at them and saw that they were all worth ten or twenty yuan. The maximum denomination was only fifty. He couldn't help but feel annoyed and cursed.
"The code is just small change. How about you spend it on begging?"
The old lady wiped away her tears and said: "My family really has no money. I gave it to you before. This is the fortune-telling money for the past few days. It's all here."
Ma ErE was so scared that he blushed and shouted: "Stop talking nonsense, I don't care, I have to hand over a thousand yuan, otherwise everything in your house will be smashed."
As soon as he finished speaking, he directly grabbed the large vase with the feather duster in it, raised it high, and was about to throw it to the ground, looking like a complete villain.
Suddenly he heard an angry voice coming from outside the door, "Stop..." He froze on the spot, a little at a loss.
Zhou Damao and others looked over in confusion. They saw a man and a woman walking quickly into the room, and they couldn't help but feel doubtful.
The man is a young man, no matter how handsome he is, he is not worth mentioning in their eyes. He just thinks he is disgusting, and they will have to deal with him severely later.
As for the woman, she is really amazing, she is so beautiful.
The hip-hugging skirt wraps around the undulating curves of the body, like a plump and juicy fruit, which makes people’s eyes light up and even smell sweet.
An absolute beauty, no less beautiful than the female stars on TV, and even more beautiful.
In an instant, Zhou Damao and others were like toads who had never seen the world. They were all stunned when they saw the white swan appear.
The old lady rubbed her eyes and felt that the man and woman looked very unfamiliar, so she quickly asked, "Which one are you?"
Su Manjun walked over quickly and said hurriedly: "Grandma, I am Xiaojun. I came to your house more than ten years ago. My mother is Huang Yaqi, your niece."
The old lady suddenly realized it and suddenly remembered, "Ah...it's Xiaojun, are your parents okay?"
Su Manjun said: "Thanks to you, my parents are doing well."
She glanced at the gangsters and asked hurriedly, "What's going on with these guys?"
The old lady looked embarrassed and did not dare to say anything. She responded with a grimace, "Nothing, they are all neighbors who came to visit..."
Lu Fan glanced over with sharp eyes, looked at the money and dagger on the table, and after observing the expression, he vaguely guessed something.
Then he said to Ma Er, who was holding up the vase: "Put the things down and tell me if you have any requests."
Ma Er shouted loudly: "Who do you think you are? Why should you let me go? The old guy owes us money, will you pay it back for him?"
Lu Fan frowned and asked, "How much do I owe you?"
Ma Er opened his mouth and said, "One thousand..."
The old lady hesitated to speak. She wanted to say that she didn't owe some scoundrels money, but she didn't dare to speak. She was afraid that Zhou Damao and others would get angry and stab someone with a knife.
Lu Fan said disdainfully: "I thought it was a lot of money. Isn't it just one thousand? I gave it to them."
He immediately opened his handbag, took out a wad of bills, counted out ten hundred-yuan bills, and slapped them on the table.
The three gangsters' eyes flashed with greed, and they all glanced at Lu Fan's handbag, thinking that there could be at least 20,000 to 30,000 yuan in it, which was a huge amount of money for them.
"That's pretty much it..." Ma Er put the vase on the cabinet and looked at the banknotes on the table. He couldn't help but smile. He could eat well and drink hot food again, and he had been enjoying himself for a few days.
Zhou Damao casually put away the one thousand yuan given by Lu Fan, even the change of more than one hundred yuan. He put it all in his pocket, pulled out a sharp knife and stuck it in his waist, looking at Su Manjun with a lewd look.
"Beauty, let's get to know each other, I'm your Brother Zhou..."
Unexpectedly, they didn't give him any face at all. His beautiful face was covered with frost, and he said impatiently: "Get the money and leave as soon as possible. What nonsense are you talking about? Don't be an eyesore here."
Zhou Damao's face suddenly darkened, and he said fiercely: "Don't be ignorant of flattery. I am a tyrant in Shiyungou. Anyone who dares to get in trouble with me will be knifed."
The old lady was trembling with fear, fearing that her distant relative would be poisoned by evildoers, so she hurriedly begged, "Eldest nephew, don't be as knowledgeable as Xiaojun. She is from out of town and doesn't know the rules here."
Su Manjun was furious. She didn't expect that a country gangster dared to threaten her. He was really blind.
She frowned and said coldly: "If you are still being domineering, I think you are a bastard. Get away immediately and don't make yourself uncomfortable."
"Damn it...you dare to scold me, you don't want to live anymore, right?"
Zhou Damao rushed over aggressively, rolling up his arms and sleeves to make a move, making up his mind.
Wouldn't it be nice to just take advantage of the opportunity to get mad and kidnap the beautiful woman and play with her as much as you want?
Lu Fan, who was watching indifferently, felt angry in his heart. He couldn't bear it. He didn't want to cause trouble. After all, he was unfamiliar with the place, so he thought it was better to be careful.
However, there is a blind bastard who dares to touch his woman, which is absolutely unforgivable.
With a sudden movement, he stood in front of Sister Jun and shouted angrily at the gangster, "Get out of here!"
Zhou Damao had long disliked this kid, and now he was even more furious and even made rude remarks. "Fuck you, I will destroy you first."
He suddenly raised his fist and smashed it into Lu Fan's face. He was a good fighter and his attacks were ruthless.
At this point, how could Lu Fan just let it go? He stretched out his hand, grabbed Zhou Damao's wrist like a vise, and quickly broke it off.
"Ouch..."
A scream like that of a slaughtered pig came out. Zhou Damao dislocated his wrist, turned pale in pain, and subconsciously cursed: "Little beast, I'm not done with you anymore..."